All right, Mr. More, have a little fun if you want to."Let me pull it up." He pretended to pull up the zip and deliberately let it slip out of her fin...ers. His fingers, in their upward motion, smacked her pubic mound and lingered there feeling her pubic mound, enjoying it's supple and tender flesh. Julie was getting hot with stimulation. Unknown to her, Mr. More's cock swelled and throbbed in his pants.He repeated the action a few times. Each time the zip slipped out, his fingers played with. The food was good and the atmosphere was what you would expect in a small diner. After dinner, I mentioned to Troy that I was going to visit the gift shop a couple doors down. Troy had struck up a conversation with the waitress and I figured he wouldn't be ready to leave for a while.I'm always on the lookout for naturally grown wild rice. It puffs up much better than the store bought wild rice. If I could find some that had been roasted over a wood fire, it would be even better.The gift shop. His fingers separate and the hard, engorged bud of my nipple slips between them to be teased, sending a shiver up my spine. I barely notice his right hand slipping out of my bush, abandoning the dripping slit and its sensitive little treasure, and circling over my hip. He eases back and the log that is his rampant cock slips out of the crease of my ass. Surely he is not going to stop, not now. "John... please don't stop," I whine, a tone of pleading in my voice."Relax Peggy, relax and go with. "Auntie Kirsten? Can I have my cinnamon roll before breakfast?"She turned and bent to the little blonde haired boy."Well, Jeremy, let's talk about that. Have you considered how that might affect others in the house?" Yep! You always make enough, so no one would get left out." What about me? I am going to make you a very special omelette this morning and how do you think I'll feel if you don't eat it?" I'm extra hungry! I promise I'll eat every bite." Then I'll tell you what. When I break them.